Still searching for answers regarding Moon Afrykayn Aku and Orange Blossom KOA

Common respect, honesty and justice is all that everyone strives for as human beings on this planet. When an egregious wrong is done to a person, one would assume the respectable thing to do is offer a sincere apology and to make amends to the person wronged.

On the morning of Thursday December 8th, 2016, an egregious act of disrespect, dishonesty, and injustice was committed to a mother and her three young children and to date not only has she not received a single apology, but the powers to be are attempting to cover up any wrong doing with deceit.

On Thursday December 8th, Moon Afrykayn Aku pulled into Orange Blossom KOA in Orlando, Florida with her young children to utilize their shower facilities. Having previously called and utilized other KOA facilities and charged $6, she didn’t expect to be met with hostility from a place that promotes family fun!

By her own account these are the events that took place today:

My family and I have been traveling for some time. I was recently introduced to the KOA communities. I called ahead to see how much do they charge for showers. The KOAs in KY and just outside of Jacksonville charged $6 to use the showers.

We get to this KOA and they hadn’t opened yet and the box for registration didn’t have any forms to fill out. So I parked at the office which opened in 45 minutes and started to get our things together. I took my son the bathroom and I got my other children ready to use the bathroom as well.

Ms. Aku and her family at Orange Blossom KOA

I hear the door open and a woman started yelling at my daughter. I told her we wanted to use the showers and the laundromat.

She tells me I owe her $29 for using the shower. I said but we’ve been paying $6.

She informs me she is calling the police. This woman and another guy blocked my car in while they called the police stating we stole services.

 

After the police showed up she said she wanted the $6 for me using the shower we hadn’t used yet. Then drove off telling the police she wanted us off the her property.

Orange Blossom KOA’s handling
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This is a family friendly center? I have 3 children 1, 5 and 9 years old. How was calling the police friendly to us?

If I was trying to steal a shower why would I park at the office 45 minutes before they opened?

Moon reached out to KOA’s corporate office and was met with hostility and disdain as they told her “that line was for members only” and told not to call back and hung up. I took it upon myself to do some investigation into this matter and was shocked at the undignified behavior of the staff at KOA Orange Blossom in Orlando, Florida.

When calling the KOA in the days immediately following the incident, the phone either went directly to voicemail, or employees picked up and then hung up the phone. Not able to reach anyone on the local level I decided to try the corporate offices hoping to get some insight into the matter. I was highly disappointed by the response I received.

No report filed of this incident – no paper trail
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I identified myself and explained the reason for my call and the line went dead. I took it to be a dropped call and called back, the line now going to voicemail. I had no choice but to assume that they didn’t want to comment on the matter.

I spoke with Ms. Aku and asked her what she wanted the outcome to be from this situation and she stated that she “just wanted an apology and a refund of her money for the services she never received, but was forced to pay for”. That’s not an unfair request since as you can see from the video everyone was clothed and it was more than obvious that no showers were taken.

So I began my quest for justice once again, this time more fervently. After not having my calls answered, I began calling the Orange Blossom KOA using an App that issues you a random telephone number.

After several attempts success, I got an answer and I spoke with an employee by the name of “Holly”. I explained the reason for my call and states that I would like to speak with the manager.

She told me that couldn’t comment on the matter and that it was policy to only give out the email address for complaints. She said that she could take a message but that was it. I asked her for her manager and the owner’s name since this is a franchise park, and was told that it was policy to not give out that information either and hung up the phone.

Since I was unable to leave a message, I immediately called back and none of my return calls were answered. I decided to check with another area KOA to see if they were in the business of rude impolite customer service as well.

I called Southwest KOA also in the Orlando, Fl. Area and spoke with an employee whom I shall leave nameless. She pleasantly answered the phone and once hearing the reason for my call became apologetic that Ms. Aku and her children had undergone such treatment. She stated that she was unaware of the situation, and even though it was not there facility she could take my name and pass it on to her manager Matt Koromhas. I declined but asked her what the policy was for shower facilities for the KOAs.

She stated that “Franchise parks are allowed to set their own park rules but they had a set of standard policies and rules that they must follow to be a KOA of America Franchise and use the name”.

I was interested in knowing if their standard was the repetitive rudeness I and many other customers encountered at their parks. If you do a Google or Yelp search of KOA you see mixed reviews on their site. Many speak of outlandish behavior of the staff, but the general tone is the level of rude dismissive treatment to customers. For a business that promotes “Family Fun” why is disrespect and rudeness a common occurrence.

I reached out to the KOA corporate offices again this time emailing Mike Gast their VP of Communications. I received no reply so I called him several times. On my last attempt, I was able to speak with Mr. Gast who told me he was aware of the situation and that he had seen the video.

He stated that “he could see that the woman in the video was upset because she had been asked to leave because she was on the property “illegally”. When asked about Ms. Aku’s options to do an after-hour check in, and her inability to do so due to a lack of forms being available, he stated that “This facility doesn’t have after-hour check in”.

So I pressed, asking if they didn’t have after hour check in, why would they have a box posted for after-hour forms?

He stated that “this was really an issue of a woman trespassing and then becoming upset when asked to leave”. I asked why she was charged for services that weren’t provided? Mr. Gast stated that “The Police officers interpretation was that the showers/water had been turned on”.

So I asked if they were then charging her for usage of the facilities, why were her and the children then not allowed to complete their showers? He again reiterated that “it was the officers interpretation that the showers/water had been turned on” . And since he wasn’t physically there to see how far they had gotten in their grooming he had to rely on the discretion of the officer. He also states that KOAs policy is that their facilities are for campground guests and their visitors. I guess my question for KOA is, don’t guests have the right to use faculties that they have paid for?

I am wondering how Mr. Gast is relying on an officer’s information when, in speaking to Ms. Aku, we called the police department to get a copy of the police report and none exists. A police report was never even written up about the incident, nor filed.

To be clear on the matter, Ms. Aku always intended to register as a After-hour guest and pay the $6 daily usage fee.

This is simply a case of doing the right thing and issuing a simple I am sorry which they refuse to do. In the case of Kampgrounds of America they apparently believe the right thing to do in a family friendly environment is to call the police on a mother and her children and use them to extract funds for services not rendered.

Shame on you KOA of America we are all now watching you! If you would like to contact Mike Gast and let him know you would like to see an apology issued to Ms. Aku and a refund issued his email address is M.gast@koa.net

You can watch the ill treatment of a mother and her young children here

Editor’s Addendum: Ms. Aku is a documentary film maker on a cross country trek. The film project is “The History of My Chocolate Milk”. For more information about her, please visit her site

Moon Afrykan Aku, mother of 3, threatened with Imprisonment at the Orange Blossom KOA

Moon Afrykan Aku decided to pack up her children and follow her dreams to film her documentary Breastfeeding A Nation: The History of My Chocolate Milk” to discuss breastfeeding in the Black community. This past Thursday will most likely be the most memorable day in her year-long journey across the country that her or her children will probably never forget.

On the morning of Thursday December 8th, 2016, Moon pulled into Orange Blossom KOA in Orlando, Florida with her young children to utilize their shower facilities. Having previously called and utilized other KOA facilities, and being charged $6, she didn’t expect to be met with hostility from a place that promotes family fun!

By her own account, these are the events that took place:

My family and I have been traveling for some time. I was recently introduced to the KOA communities. I called ahead to see how much do they charge for showers. The KOAs in KY and just outside of Jacksonville charged $6 to use the showers.

We get to this KOA and they hadn’t opened yet and the box for registration didn’t have any forms to fill out. So I parked at the office which opened in 45 minutes and started to get our things together. I took my son the bathroom and I got my other children ready to use the bathroom as well.

I hear the door open and a woman started yelling at my daughter. I told her we wanted to use the showers and the laundromat. She tells me I owe her $29 for using the shower. I said but we’ve been paying $6.

She informs me she is calling the police. This woman and another guy blocked my car in while they called the police stating we stole services. After the police showed up she said she wanted the $6 for me using the shower we hadn’t used yet. Then drove off telling the police she wanted us off the her property.

This is a family friendly center? I have 3 children 1, 5 and 9 years old. How was calling the police friendly to us? If I was trying to steal a shower why would I park at the office 45 minutes before they opened?

Moon reached out to KOA’s corporate office and was met with hostility and disdain as they told her“that line was for members only” and told not to call back and hung up. I then reached out to KOA and when I explained the reason for my call was hung up on, and then the calls were forwarded to VM.

This kind of ill-treatment of patrons to establishment’s cannot and should not be tolerated. Why should anyone have to pay for services that were denied to them? We need to take a stand and demand that they issue a public apology to Moon and her Children and refund them their money! The number to the corporate office is 888-562-0000.

You can watch the ill-treatment of a mother and her young children here https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=onMynusK3J0

 

Election Day Humdrum

I was undecided on my vote until the moment my eyes lingered on the 4 parties names. The previous months have all been a  blur of political pitches, whining, mud slinging, promising, and back tracking. I have muddled my way through enough of the political jargon to at least ascertain fact from fiction…I think. But as my finger rolled that dial back and forth pausing on each name, the previous months shenanigans surprisingly werent on my mind. I was trying to decide if I was wrong for showing up to vote.

I have spent my entire day listening to, and reading arguments on social media. Not about who to vote for or what political agendas were being pushed; but over whether we should be voting or not. You see there is a faction of people who believe no matter who the people chose, the vote has already been cast and decided upon by an unknown secretive underground agency. And hey they may in fact be entirely correct, but as U.S. citizens we are all afforded the right to vote or chose not to vote. Political affiliation aside, isnt it our civic duty to do so?  Or should we be standing up to tyranny and forcing the Government to admit to some type of election espionage or governmental fraud by boycotting the elections. I was glad that I didnt have to make a voting decision until later in the evening when I had scheduled to possibly be available to go, if I decided to exercise my right. I mean our ancestors, and tons of innocent people did lose their life for our right to vote… Yet I am being asked the question over and over again…”Did I personally know someone who died for our right to vote?” Well no, I didn’t BUT….  

So here I am at Precinct 4, and I find myself standing at the head of the table with 2 elderly gentleman, one checking in A-L last names and the other M-Z.  A tingle of guilt washes over me as I pass him my ID and voter card, I wonder if I am any less “woke”  and being a sheeple as many have accused those who are voting.  I am ushered into a back room with no waiting and two women sitting at a short table. One directs me to the second lady as she states her “machine is broken and we must all check in on the one”. I hand my slip over and she punches in something and issuses me a Golden Ticket, 4 numbers that will give me access to everything it means to be a U.S. Citizen. I hesitantly extend my hand and reach  for the little slip of paper, and the thought crosses my mind that this is a set up. Why would one of the machines be down now of all days. Maybe everyone was right, my vote wont matter. I am directed to booth number 2 and as I stand there and roll that little button over the candidates names I am reminded that I am an individual, free of mind, capable of formulating independent thoughts. And second guessing myself based on someone elses perspective was being a sheeple. I was free to make the decision to vote, just as many were free to decide against voting. The irony of the whole Social Media voting controversy instantly became clear… People were being made to feel guilty of their personal choice and freedom to chose, that in and of itself was creating a “sheeple” like environment.

So as I stood there chuckling on the inside from the sheer foolishness of it all, my Presidential choice became very clear. My finger stopped going in circles and I excercised my right to be a sheeple while not being a sheeple and I voted.

An Aborisha from the outside in

Even before I knew what Lucumí or as it is most commonly referred to as Santeria was, I knew upon crossing the threshold of a Botanica one fall day, something steeped in deep and dark mystery was taking place behind the curtains of that back roo


m. 

My first visit to a Botanica, I walked through the doors seeking candles and incense and was instantly transported back in time to a quaint little Spanish village . The aroma of cinnamon and orange peels simmering in a pot wafted throughout the little storefront, bottles of oils and washes with a hooded skeleton figure intrigued me . My eyes taking in the varying crosses and candles of Patron Saints was reminded of The Catholic  Rectory that I spent many of my formative years attending church.

I was mesmerized by the rows and rows of jars filled with herbs and seeds while a soft music of drums and Spanish words I couldn’t make out played melodious beats in the background. I wondered around in a daze seeing but not knowing, and I came upon a back door with mysterious scents and sounds of chanting and I was drawn in. I had a paralyzing fear in the pit of my stomach, yet I was propelled forward by an incessant need to know. My hand reached out and as I grazed the lace curtain that blocked my view a small petite woman who called herself Maretza flowed out and took me by the hand inquiring what had brought me in.

I was snapped out of my trance by the appearance of this small woman who exuded so much energy and the fog that had entranced me lifted. I remember that I was looking for some incense and candles for healing for my grandma who was sick. She steered me down an aisle all the while asking me questions about my grandmas health, she picked out several candles, some oils and my incense, gave me detailed instructions and wished me a blessed day. I found myself sitting in my car holding my bag and change, and wondering in such confusion what had just taken place. 

It wasn’t until a few days had passed by and I  was sitting around talking with a friend of mine while burning my incense, that I began to recall the sheer strangeness of it all. I replayed to her how I had walked through the store hypnotized by this mysterious music with a call and answer response and drums beating in my head and discovered this back door. She sucked her teeth and drew in her breath and gasped theatrically that I was in a Voodoo shop.

She crossed herself and told me to stay my ass outta them type of places and away from those kindda people.  

I felt the sting of her words as she called into question my Christianity slap me across the face and I felt ashamed. Why had I even felt the need to seek out alternative prayers from the other realm to help heal my grandma; Wasn’t my prayers to Jesus enough? I did what she said and threw everything that I had bought at that store out, and prayed to be forgiven for tampering with the dark.

I tried to push the whole incident to the back of my mind, but that back room and those drums kept calling me. I found myself day dreaming about them at odd times of the day, I would unconsciously drive past the shop and hope to catch a glimpse of Maretza in the window. It was like I became obsessed. I spent hours on-line reading everything I could about Voodoo. Most of it contradicted itself, and what little knowledge I did find was shrouded in even more mystery.

I grew enough nerve one day to go to our local metaphysical shop. I nervously glanced around looking for signs of devil worship or voodoo sacrifices taking place. Seeing only the shop keepers, and a few people dressed in gothic attire, I relaxed some and began to enjoy my surroundings. This shop had a more commercial feel to it. They had books, and stones of all varieties, as well as candles,  herbs, and oils. I picked up a few books and some stones. I didn’t want to seem like a novice so I kept my conversation to a minimum while checking out. I hurriedly got my things and rushed to my car not wanting to be seen, that old feeling of shame returning. This time I pushed back adamant with myself that I had done nothing wrong. I went home and read my books in a frenzy for knowledge. I was floored with disbelief, every book I had read seemed to show proof that the very fiber of my being, my faith wasn’t what it appeared to be. I went back to the store for even more books, I also went to the library to try and find varying insights to balance my research. I needed as much proof as I could get before I could allow myself to recognize another faith system outside of my religion.

The realization that I wasn’t a Christian hit me like a ton of bricks a few months later.

My husband was the first person I whispered this newfound revelation to. I was so broken down and defeated. The months of seeking knowledge and searching for the truth had taken it’s toll on me. I was worn out from the spiritual battle my soul was waging against itself, and to be honest I was lost. I felt like 8 years of Parochial school and hours of prayers of thanks were all lies. How could the people who were supposed to protect me and teach me be so lost and confused themselves. This wasn’t our faith and religion, it didn’t belong to us and would never free us. The day I accepted that self truth was the saddest day of my life, it was the day I turned my back on Christianity.


Diary of A Fluffy  Brown Gyhipsy

Upon  returning from a trip to The Hill country of Austin, I sat conversing with an associate about The Orisha community and some sterotypes about the religion slipped from her lips. I choked back several throat chopping corrections, me being an Aborisha and all.  My Madrinas words ringing in the back of My mind were the only thing that kept me from tongue thrashing the life from her. I managed to keep my composure and my mouth closed as I stirred the conversation to our recent trip. I recalled  how we camped under the stars and I washed in the middle of the park under the glow of the moon with a tingly minty natural soap I made, with the forest floor as my backdrop. She looked at me with puzzlement in her eyes as I told her how we hiked to the Lower Falls where I submerged myself and purged my mind and body to prepare for the coming week. She remarked that she could never sleep outside on the ground, and that she needed fresh running water and cool crisp air. I described how I collected stones, rocks, and feathers to wrap and or turn into tools used for spiritual purposes, or to add to my alters and she shook her head in disbelief. I was taken aback with her naivetè that I could accomplish such feats, and her disbelief that  “Our people didnt do such things”. The whole comversation just oozed of clichés.  Hearing this description of my trip many would form a picture in their mind just like she did that just doesn’t exist. Let me explain… I am A fluffy 200 pound African American, Loc wearing, Gypsy, Hippy of a woman. I dont fit the mold one might expect when they get a visual of me.  I have often been told when asking family, friends, or associates to accompany me on one of my excurtions that ” Black folks dont do that type of thing” and I am left wondering …we dont?? See I have never fit into anyones box of sterotyoes, and I most assurdly dont fit neatly into the mold that society has haphazardly assigned to me. I have fabulously overflowed over their neatly drawn lines and created my own disruptive category as A Fluffy Brown Gyhipsy. I have The Spirit of a Gypsy and The Soul of a Hippy.  When most people meet me they assume that I am either really crazy or  that I must be a flux. A child of  supreme luck birthed from misfourtune..That I am a rarity and none like me exist. When that ideal is so far from the truth. Here’s a thought that may take some getting used to…. Fluffy people can be active in life to. I enjoy hiking, mountain climbing, swimming, and pretty much any outdoor activity that doesn’t involve inflicting pain upon myself. 

Heres another mind shattering blow… Me being black doesnt mean I know the locale soul food dives, I am actually not a fan of soul food. I mean I enjoy the occasional pan of mac and cheese and fried chicken with corn bread smothered in butter and yams, and trust me there isn’t anything wrong with it. But me and many others, we dont eat that way on a normal basis. I actually  eat pretty well, and try to eat vegetarian 50% of the time. Trust me it’s a struggle being a lifetime Meat Addict! Another life truth for me is that  I utterly  despise having to be tied anywhere for to long. I am such a nature loving, tree hugging, natural, sustainable minded woman who is into pan africanism as I trek across different parts of the states. I detest the thought of having “roots” anywhere for to long.  See I told you I was completely normal. So whats the point of this article right, and what does it have to do with making insulting statements about The Orisha Community?  Well the point is to challange everyone to step out of the box in the way we view ourselves and others lives, faith, spirituality, and practices. We have to realize that many of us dont fit into the  molds that mainstream society places us into, and that the same holds true even more so in the pagan community. My truth isn’t and never will be anyone else’s. My spiritual practice is mine and mine alone to walk. It may include initation, it may not. I may partake in a year and a day, and I may decide that thats not for me. Others may call me a Priestess, and others may refer to me as a Shaman and everyone could be completely correct, or wrong depending on my views of self. The same way that society divides us with sterotypes and labels we have to be careful that we don’t inflict the same on each other in the community. Come out to a drumming 

by the river for the Orisha, attend a Sabbott, or walk in the woods collectimg herbs with a solitary practicionar. Whatever you do, do it with an open mind and heart as you expose yourself to another aspect outside of what you know to be true. So I am going to return to my river wafting adventures and hope that some of you will one day join me and we can discuss my love of tree humping! Until then Peace & Love

Ancestral Voices Interview

Blessed Day!  Thank You for taking the time to share Ancestral Voices, a documentary about African Spirituality with us, and being willing to express your innermost feelings on this project.

If you could please state your name and any credentials that you have.


Verona Spence-Adofo Filmmaker and Researcher.

2nd BaDalian Adofo BA (Hons), PGCE, MA; Visual Artist, Author, Filmmaker and Teacher


Could you please give us some background history on how Ancestral Voices came to fruition and who or what was the driving force to do this project and see it through?


Ancestral Voices was conceptualised from discussions we had in the spring of 2010. We both had a keen interest in learning about African spirituality and one of the things that stood out for both of us was how different it was compared to the negative portrayals that we had been conditioned with. In fact, it was the total opposite. What we found was empowering wisdom that gave life a deeper meaning, enabling a deeper connection of self and the environment around us.

We were compelled to create a platform that opened up a necessary discourse about these teachings and why they have been largely stigmatised as opposed to being thoroughly explored and respected like other spiritual/religious faiths.


Where are some of the places this documentary has taken you and who are some of the contributors to this project?


Since embarking on this journey we have travelled to Ghana, Haiti, USA, South Africa and Brazil, largely at our own expense, with some support via donations.

The first film, Ancestral Voices: Esoteric African Knowledge, was fully self-funded and shot in Ghana and the United Kingdom. The film provides an overview of the structure surrounding these traditions and discusses issues such as the impact of colonialism and media representation. It uses comparative analysis to explore some of the values and ideologies across systems of faith to pose the question; if all these systems are quite similar, then on what basis is African Spirituality still held to be wholly ‘evil’ or ‘devil worship’ for that matter?

The second film Ancestral Voices: Spirit is Eternal is a systematic analysis of key philosophies and practices found across all African and derived systems since the times of the Ancient Kemetians (Egyptians) to contemporary times- both on the continent and in the Diaspora. Exploring areas such as the conception of the Creator, the Forces of Nature as well as African forms of prayer and veneration.


What audience is this Documentary geared towards?


The upcoming film is geared towards anyone seeking to gain a wider perspective of African spiritual philosophies and practice(s), particularly those who feel that they have been disconnected from these traditions. However, the wisdom is something that transcends any particular group and will further enlighten one on aspects of all existing faiths and religions. Those interested in comparative religious studies will find it useful as will anyone with a keen interest in Nature-centred Faiths will find the information beneficial.


For people who are newly awakening to their spirituality, what advise can you give them? Where should they begin their search and journey?


“I would give the same advice that I was given. Which is to call on your ancestors. I remember being at a cross roads in my life knowing that I internally I yearning for something but I did not know what exactly it was. I knew mainstream religions were not for me and found that I was naturally led to all things spiritual. So found great interest in ‘New Age’ books and teachings, eventually they led me to look into my own lineage and ancestral culture. It was then that I was advised by a friend that I should call on my ancestors, to literally call them by name, pray to and honour them. Initially I was apprehensive, but once I started doing this practice, I found that I started receiving signs and confirmation of their presence in my life and they have been guiding me ever since.”

– Verona


“The Ancestors are really the best place to start, as they are our direct contact to the spirit world, as they now exist as Spiritual Beings and we are as a result of them. Creating an altar with their pictures where offerings of water and sweets are provided to nourish their souls and cherish our memories of them are key to opening a constant dialogue of communication. Staying aware to the signs and symbols that nature offers as well as messages in dreams written down and read over time are also good teachers of our spiritual development. Read widely across faith systems to broaden understandings of the interconnections and practices that can aid in growth.

-Dalian


What is the importance of connecting to our roots?


Connecting to your root is essential, as the ancient Kemetic (Egyptian) proverb says ‘Know thy self’. By understanding ourselves, our strengths, weaknesses, lineage, emotions, potential etc, we gain mastery of Self. It begins the process of focusing internally rather than externally. By connecting to our roots, we connect back to the wisdom of the ancient ancestors, who reside in our DNA, by connecting with this wisdom we activate aspects within ourselves that awaken a deeper level of understanding.

This process is self-empowering and necessary for all to gain balance and knowledge of self. It is also necessary in aiding one to discover their personal destinies, the reason(s) for which we manifest on this plane of existence.


What knowledge does this film have for non-ethnic people, and how can they apply it to their lives?


The message within this film transcends race, as it is applicable to humanity as a whole. It explores teachings that take us back to the earliest spiritual philosophies of the first humans on the planet. This is invaluable information for anyone with an interest in indigenous spiritual teachings, ecological philosophies or wishing to learn more about rituals to use.

The Rituals covered are from various systems that will aid anyone who seeks to better understand or additionally practice an African Centred spiritual practice.


How can Non-ethnic people who want to tap into our spiritual systems make that connection?


The spiritual traditions are uniquely based on the concept of the Life Force, the animating spark or spirit that gives us Life. It is given of the Creator and is present in all things. It is not particular to a race, rather to a common mind, as it is derived, the Source. So first and foremost it is about trusting oneself, understanding its principles, particularly how we treat others in the way we live our lives.

Read widely across various traditions to better understand it to see it resonates. African systems are inclusive and ultimately, it is about how one feels, so observing any effects from rituals will be useful to developing the Spiritual Self of any person.


I would like to take the time to Sincerely Thank You for an indept behind the scenes look into Ancestral Voices. I enjoyed the Documentary and learned some key knowledge that I will hold dear as I apply it to my spiritual practice. I do look forward to the next film and I wish you the best of luck.


From top to bottom: Dalian Adofo & Verona Spence-Adofo; The Orisha; Haiti

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